FOR YOONGI

INTERLUDE: SHADOW

Follow the faraway Herald’s mellow silver,

that clarion call to a higher war,

to the fount of timeless wonder and vision

that girds your void.

Seek respite from this exhausting radiance,

flawed, blemished, strident,

in a blessed death of story, in the shadow

that is your inmost flame’s  

immensest sustenance.

What recourse remains when the cherished

turns treacherous;

when neither inscape nor import

grip the senses; when your own name is a

strange literation in an opulent prison

its colours and eminence fashioned?

Trace a river of soundlessness to a lost song

within deepest silences.

Black, blackening, blackened, the burgeoning

darkness branches around you like vines.

Its thorns lance flesh and soul alike,

this sacred blood-letting a prelude to baptism

in your own spirit’s flow.

Oaths of and to Light you inscribe in its Absence,

the memory of distant discarnate strains

your only beacon.

In the mute discord of cavernous depths,

you find melodies, harmonies between its frozen

intervals and overtones.

A White Fire within you grows, glows, your saint,

your self that speaks the strength of Gold

and knows the lure of the gilded.

Dark and Light guide the selfsame mission,

the bright journey you desired.

Your heart beats its assent.

Amen. Amen. Amen.

#SonOfMyHeart

© 2020 Lilium Candidum

Lily’s Verse

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